It's a funny old thing, the life of a writer who'd much rather un-write than write. There's just too much words in this world and it's a shame that people aren't more careful with them.

Having said which, I present this here site, in which you can rummage through poeming, picturing, commercialising and the Ridictionary, useful for those moments when you get lost for words.

Under the title Experi(mental), I boldly upload stuff I've been doing, toying with words, rolling back the frontiers of application technology (as if) and trying to hide my true identity as a digital immigrant.

This is technically a blog that's masquerading as a website, set up for me by Henry (qv), to whom thank yous and loves forever.

Oh, and below, you can feast your eyes on the horrible realities of this writer's rockface. If you have been, thanks for visiting.